January 2010
296 posts
Seventeen is just a test.
Stereotyping People by Their Favorite Author (by...
J.D. Salinger
Kids who don’t fit in (duh).
Stephenie Meyer
People who type like this: OMG. Mah fAvvv <3 <3.
J.K. Rowling
Smart geeks.
Jack Kerouac
Umphrey’s McGee fans.
Jeffrey Eugenides
Girls who didn’t get enough drama when they were younger.
Lauren Weisberger
Girls who can’t read. Or think.
Jonathan Safran Foer
30somethings who were cool when they were 20something.
Jodi...
SO
I just saw 500 Days Of Summer.
I am so terribly, terribly sad I don’t know where to begin.
TAYLOR
gtfo tumblr and shower so i can see you.
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf
“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the...”
– J.D Salinger
“When I took the blame
We layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase
We’re...”
i hope you don't mind, hope you don't mind.
pogogo21: i wish i could see you
pogogo21: hug you
Layneepup: it's ok
Layneepup: i'm anti touch at the moment
Layneepup: besides nick.
Layneepup: he's so safe and he doesn't even realize it
Layneepup: he makes it better simply by existing
pogogo21: then tell him?
Layneepup: i just forget when he's gone.
pogogo21: all of that
pogogo21: hell stay around more
Layneepup: he has other things to do
Layneepup: rather than babysit his seventeen year old girlfriend
pogogo21: if he loves you then nohting is more important than you
Layneepup: i think i'm growing out of wanting people to take care of me, i just haven't figured out how to take care of myself.
pogogo21: you can do a bit of both
pogogo21: its what you should do
pogogo21: people are meant to help and take care of each other
pogogo21: as well as themselves
pogogo21: not one or the other
Oh dear.
Alex: can i show you a poem i just wrote
Alex: can i show you
Alex: its really quick
Elayne: i cant stop you
Alex: okay
Alex: goodnight elayne
Elayne: oh stop being dramatic
Elayne: you know what i mean.
Alex: nope
Alex: don't wanna bore ya
Alex: good night bud
Elayne: well now i really don't give a shit
Elayne: but seriously?
Elayne: this wounded pride shit isn't becoming.
Alex: when did you turn into such a bitch?
Alex: seriously?
Elayne: when did you lose your sense of humor
Alex: when did you ever have one?
Elayne: i still have one, you probably just don't realize that because you're not very funny.
Alex: good one.
Alex: you have fun now. playing the dark strong girl.
Alex: it's almost entertaining.
Elayne: get off your high horse, not everyone feels the need to assume a mask like you
Alex: hahaha
Elayne: this isn't me 'playing' anything. this is me wondering what the fuck happened to you.
Alex: you are such a hypocrite
Alex: its funny how i'm thinking the exact same thing
Elayne: i've always been like this alex. you just overlooked it out of love, or stupidity.
Elayne: whatever you call it these days.
Assignment: Write fondly of winter.
[taken out of the middle]
three scented candles on the headboard. the stuffed frog from oregon. the ihome. just white outside my flimsy curtains. just a dim gray light. we both have the same idea about heaven, developed seperately like technological advances in china and europe. it’s because we’re made of cliches. white curtains, white sheets, white light. we were two-thirds under my...
An excerpt.
old trees are doomed to annual rebirth new woods, new life, new compass, greater girth and this is all their wisdom and their art— to grow, stretch, crack and not yet come apart. — A Black Birch in Winter Robert Hayden
“He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him—-
green eyes flecked with...”
– Little Beast, Richard Siken
“Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.”
“Perhaps they were right in putting love into books… Perhaps it could not live...”
– William Faulkner
i'll write love stories for anyone but me.
Elayne:
Alex: hi
Elayne: hi
Elayne: why are you still up
Alex: crazy thing just happened to me
Alex: i met a girl, who got off at the same metro station as me
Alex: went to the same street
Alex: same building
Alex: we talked
Alex: she came over
Alex: we smokd a spliff
Alex: and talkeda bout our love for the beatles
Alex: shes 19 shes seen the world
Alex: shes beautiful
Alex: she's got this tan skin, and long dark black hair
Alex: i met her at 1 am in the metro
Alex: in all of paris
Alex: think of the chances
Alex: we like all the same things
Alex: we have the same background
Elayne: well, congratulations.
Alex: and now my friends from work are coming over
Alex: its 2 45 am
Alex: they'll be here at like 3 30
Alex: im going to bed at 7
Elayne: ah
Alex: how are you?
Elayne: i'm okee
Elayne: happy for you now
Elayne: that's really something
Alex: and she works in a store
Alex: taht i have to walk by tomorrow
Alex: im going to pop in and say hello
Alex: and say that it was really nice meeting her and that maybe if she's not busy have a beer monday nigh
Alex: tuesday night
Alex: getting really really fucked up monday night
Alex: with a bunch of college buddies who just finishd their exams
Alex: i'm going to go to fuck american for rejecting me
Elayne: oh, rejected? i'm sorry. i haven't heard from anywhere yet
Alex: i got 4 other schools
Elayne: that's wonderful! look at you. a few weeks ago you were inconsolable.
Alex: yeah i know
Alex: things change
Elayne: obviously
Alex: :)
Last night I dreamt of drowning.
She fell into the cavernous dark of her own pupils, staring her reflection down in the mirror. What kind of people can’t recognize themselves? She was a stranger in pictures, a doppelganger in windows: some days she wondered which of them was real. Oh, she’d had those fanatical ideas of psychiatric problems, schizophrenia, whatever sort of name they give to people who hide from themselves...